Kesha Rose

I like you
Don't want to
Marry you
I really wanna really wanna
Do you
A favor
And let you know
That I really really really really

Like you
Don't want to
Marry you
I really wanna really wanna
Do you
A favor
And let you know
That I really really really really

I want to show you a magic trick
Yeah I promise it's sick
Like whoah oh oh oh
Every time gonna blow your mind
Just don't

Just don't don't don't don't
Don't get attached when I call you up
Trying to get some ass like woah oh oh oh
Don't want a boyfriend
Just want to get some

Yeah yeah yeah
I really want to get it on with you
And from the very second that I saw you
Knew...

And now the sun is rising
And now the long walk back home (back home)
There's just so many faces,
But no one I need to know (need to know)

In the dark I can't fight it, I fake til I'm numb
But in the bright light,
I taste you on my tongue

Now the party's over
And everybody's gone
I'm left here with myself and I wonder what went wrong
And now my heart is broken
Like the bottles on the floor
Does it really matter?
Or am I just hung over you?
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah
Or am I just hungover?

Even my dirty laundry
Everything just smells like you (like you)
And now my head is throbbing
Every song is out of tune
Just like you...

Swimming pool and limousines (come on let's do it)
Come on lets cause a scene (come on let's do it)
Cigar in the caviar (come on let's do it)
I'm pissin' in the Dom Pérignon (come on let's do it)
Now, come on lets do it
Were gonna do it now
Come on lets do it
Come on lets do this

Wooow oh oh
There's a party at a rich dudes house
Wooow oh oh
There's a party at a rich dudes house
So if ya wanna go
Then ya know oh
We're gonna fight till we do it right
So lets wooow oh oh
Tonight

No we are not on the list (come on lets do it)
No we don't give a shit (come on lets do it)
Dance 'til your pants come off (come on get...

Maybe I need some rehab, or maybe just need some sleep
I've got a sick obsession, I'm seeing it in my dreams

I'm looking down every alley, I'm making those desperate calls
Im staying up all night hoping, Hit my head against the walls


What you've got boy is hard to find
Think about it all about it all the time
I'm all strung up my heart is fried
I just cant get you off my mind

Because your love, your love, your love, is my drug
Your love your love your love
I said your love, your love, your love, is my drug
Your love your love your love

Won't listen to any advice, mamma's telling me to think twice
But left...

Verse 1:
Grammy's, Oscars
Emmys, Tonie's
Pretty perfect plastic phonies
Princesses and goofy dresses
After party's V.I.P. list!

There he is (oh my gosh!)
(There he is)
Should I know him?
(I know him)
Smile with those faces

Chours:
Kiss kiss
Hug hug
Don't say it think it
Bit your tongue
Kiss kiss
Hug hug
Makes me wanna just
Throw up!

Pointless conversations
Forget what your name is

Verse 2:
Frozen grins
Purple martini's
Ganesha girls
And micro mini's
Geeks with camera's
Stars with momma's
Gotta love that freak show drama
(oh my god is that Shequle O'Neil?!)

Get in drunk (get in drunk)
Good enough (good enough)
Loser schmoozer...

It was a summer night,
The stars were all aligned,
You, you, you, you showed up,
And blew my mind.

We didn't sleep at all,
Played records all night long,
That, that, that night,
I kind of fell in love.

Something in your kiss,
Made my body electric,
You set me free.
That night, brough to life,
For the magic that's inside,
Of you and me.

Wherever you are,
You are forever on my mind.
Wherever you are,
Know that our love will never die.

Wherever you are,
Wherever you are,
Love will never die,
Wherever you are,
Wherever you are.

Electric wire love,
The sun was coming up,
Red, red, red wine,
And whiskey on your tongue.

Tangled...

I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums
Oh what a shame that you came here with someone
So while you're here in my arms
Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young

We're gonna die young
We're gonna die young

Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young

[Beat break]

Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young

Young hearts, out our minds
Running 'til we outta time
Wild child's lookin' good
Living hard just like we should
Don't care whose watching when we tearing it up (You Know)
That magic that we got nobody can touch (For sure)

Looking for some trouble...

My first kiss went a little like this
-kiss-
And twist
-kiss kiss-
And twist

(Ke$ha)
Well my first kiss went a little like this
-kiss-
And twist
-kiss kiss-
And twist

I said no more teachers
And no more books
I got a kiss under the bleachers
Hoping that nobody looks
Lips like licorice
Tongue like candy
Excuse me miss but can I get you out your panties?

In the back of the car
On the way to the bar
I got you on my lips
(I got you on my lips)
At the foot of the stairs
With my fingers in your hair
Baby this is it

(Chorus)
She won't ever get enough
Once she gets a little touch
If I had it my way
You know that I'd make her say...

RE-EXAMINING THE GUILTY PLEASURE, VIA KESHA...
AUGUST 19, 2011



Village Voice:


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